Matt Smith & Angelina Dimitrova

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[font=Courier New]LNS-Valiant, en-route to position Alpha

[color=#FFFFFF]Matt is sitting in Angelina's command chair on the Valiant. He's rubbing his face and refused an icepack from the medic. It wasn't his first rodeo. The one thing that the Denver Highlands taught you was toughness. Matt was picked on and bullied at school, it was only after spending several winters out in the cold of the Highlands that Matt toughened up. Although he was never a strong or well-built man - He could land a punch with precision. It was the second time in as much as a week he had beaten the crap out of a senior officer. Even though Dimitrov was clearly upset and had misjudged how much whisky he had consumed - he hoped he could pull it together for the strike.

"Helm, time?"
"16.19"
"Radio silence fae this point on, last coded message tae tha' Pacific - Isle of Jura 785 AS, his stuff's nae bad, but he should look fer a nicer malt"
"That'll be all sir?"
"Dimitrov'll get tha' hint."

He muttered under his breath, "Nae hard feelings bud"

"We got 10 minutes until stuff starts exploding. Sitrep, NOW!"

The various stations started calling in confirming green status. The Omaha chimed in to confirm it's status and the two Guardian squadrons with the two gunboats checked in. It was time for the Pacific to make it's move.

"If you screw this up Dimitrov, it's nae just tha' hackers that'll be after ye."

Nothing so far on the radar. This was to be expected, all they needed was the signal to begin their attack.

If Dimitrov could send it before being blown up, of course. Matt shuddered at the thought, the pieces were on the chessboard - The game was beginning.

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